Poker Alice1987

Alice Moffitt:
Where is she...your woman?

Amos:
I buried her. Had to...she was dead. Yeah, I come here one day and she was sittin' at the table deader than a can of corned beef. The poor old woman didn't even have a chance to finish her bowl of prunes. It hit me plenty hard, ma'am. But what come close to shakin' me was after I done finished diggin' her grave. I come in here to get her and she was all stiffen up...harder than a railroad tie. I had to bury her sittin' up! The poor old woman has to sit up straight and proper until judgment day.